Funeral Song Ⓒ Mike Garbutt

There's nothing like a funeral to bring out the worst in everyone I know
Fighting for the last glass bead, the one my mother always wore
I know that I'll die poor, that no one will miss me when I'm gone
So if you want a piece of me, listen to my funeral song.

I've seen people die from heart attacks, other people die from strokes
Some die in motor vehicle accidents, some people's lives go up in smoke [run out of jokes]
Some race to hell in wheel chairs, less fortunate simply hit the skids
But there is no slower death to die than to know you have never lived

The slow and painless ecstasy of passing water when your bladder is full
Or walking to the drug store to get some backy (tobacco) or some gum
Don't take it all for granted, 'cos when your teeth are gone and your bones are dry
You'll wish that you'd lived a little more, 'cos I'm damn sure you're gonna die

As I sat at home this evening, I finally came to terms with who I am
I'm working like a sun of a gun, as hard as anybody can
And when I've paid the bills, and fed and clothed the kids its then I realize
That I'm gonna live forever, 'cos I cant afford to die

There's nothing like a funeral to bring out the worst in everyone I know
Fighting for the last glass bead, the one my mother always wore
I know that I'll die poor, that no one will miss me when I'm gone
So if you want a piece of me, listen to my funeral song.


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